Looking Over: The Edge of Love Page #2

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love of my life, mother of my child,

Caitlin Thomas.

Your wife, Dylan?

The one and only.

- He didn't mention...

- Well, he wouldn't, would he?

You made that, didn't you?

I might like you.

Then again, I might not.

I'll await your decision, shall I?

I won't hold my breath, mind.

- Got a mansion we could share?

- Yes. Two little homeless orphans.

- I've only got a room.

- Bugger. Condemned to her sister's.

I'll be having that, sailor boy.

- Needn't let...

- Small matter of a wife?

- Nothing should ever come between us.

- Oh, God, Dylan.

Soul mates, we are, Vera. Always were.

- Don't.

- Stop talking about me.

There's a phone in the hall

where I stay. You know.

If you want me, he's got my number.

What does it mean when she smiles?

I don't know. Never did.

God help us.

It's the Visigoths from Wales.

Your sister's here.

Back from strangling Germans, then, are you?

Left the other boys playing with their little pistols.

All ging-gang-gooley and yo-ho-ho.

That what you call poetry, is it?

Look, give us a bed

and we'll stay out from under your feet.

# Maybe it's because I kissed you too much

# Maybe that is why

my kiss means too little

# Maybe with a love so great

and a love so small

# Maybe I'll be left with no love at all

# Maybe I'll be left with no love at all #

Sometimes I can nurse a single pint

all night. But that's sometimes.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah! I thought it was hilarious.

I'll get them in.

You pay, though, Vera, eh? Fair dos.

- Support the starving poet.

- You are not a bloody poet, Dylan.

You write films about barrage

sodding balloons for your living.

There is a war on.

You know, you're not the man I married.

I did cartwheels in a rubber corset in Peter

Robinson's window when I was hungry.

You were never hungry.

You've always had a man to feed you.

Demonstration purposes it was.

Bet you can't beat that.

Bet I can't.

He's following me.

Don't you have all the luck!

Watch this.

- Causing chaos, my lovely.

- What do you need knickers for?

Looking for a good time

with a couple of showgirls?

Three more, please.

Your drinks, chaps.

- Chief stag sees off the competition.

- William Killick.

Vera Phillips.

She's very pleased to meet you.

- Rums all round?

- Mmm, goody!

Four rums, please.

- Do you do cartwheels?

- On the seashore I might.

Ah. I'll take you there.

- You're busy, by the looks of you.

- I could do with some sea air.

I'd like to sit on the beach with you.

Don't you know a brush-off

when you get one?

Got any smokes?

I enjoyed your show.

- Did you?

- Yes.

- Hey?

- Hay's for horses.

Come for a gallop.

Used to call it busking,

singing in the tube stations.

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